by Conley, Anne
When he plugged it in and pressed some buttons, Patsy Cline crooned softly in the background about being crazy. Casey whole-heartedly agreed. As she watched Brent stalk toward her slowly, her anticipation broke into goose bumps under his hungry gaze.
He dropped to his knees at her feet, then his massive hands encircled her ankles and spread her legs wide, before he crawled up her body, cradling his jean-clad erection against her core. His elbows were on either side of her head, and his face was inches from hers. Casey couldn’t see where his pupils ended and his smoky gray irises began, his eyes had darkened to a coal black that sent her heart thumping painfully against her chest. She let out a ragged breath.
“Casey.” The tortured whisper spread tendrils of desire through her body. She lifted her chin in response, because her words were failing her. “Do you always match your underwear to your shoes?” He nodded to her boots with the turquoise stitching, which she had neatly set side by side near the couch.
“Yes.” She croaked a hoarse whisper.
“God help me.” He raised himself back up and grabbed the bottle of lotion as he crept back to where her feet were. Pouring a generous amount onto his palm, his eyes never stopped roaming her body as he rubbed his massive hands together to warm the lotion before picking up a foot and massaging it.
His hands were strong and calloused, and as they rubbed her feet, Casey couldn’t help but close her eyes and let out a groan, throwing her head back. Brent didn’t stop, he rubbed around the pads on the bottom of her feet, the tendon at the ankle, swirling his fingers around her toes. His grip was firm enough not to tickle, only to relax. And she did. Not that her feet were what was hurting her. No, the pressure inside was killing her.
She kept her eyes closed as Brent switched to the other foot, applying more lotion he’d warmed under his palms. As he rubbed, she felt her entire body relax under his ministrations.
Then he went higher.
He rubbed her calves in long, slow strokes, hands well-lubed with lotion. His work-roughened palms worked a magic on her legs, unkinking muscles that had been stiff for the last couple of hours. His fingers ran circles around her knees, then worked their way up her thighs. He rubbed one leg at a time, paying special attention to her thighs, caressing the tops of them. When he got to the apex, where the groin muscle was, he paid careful attention, rubbing back and forth around her inner thigh muscle, one hand lifting her bottom up off the floor to get to the back of her thigh and around the inside. As he rubbed, the back of his hand inadvertently rubbed against her panties, and Casey couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped.
“Feel good?” His voice was so soft she could barely hear it, but it felt so good she couldn’t respond. She nodded, her eyes still closed.
The next time his hand brushed against her panties, Casey squirmed to press against it more fully, as it retreated. As if to punish her eagerness, he switched legs, starting at the bottom of her other foot and working his way up. As he massaged her inner thigh, her anticipation levels rose to impossible heights the closer to her panties he got. She knew what was coming, he’d brush against her, just so…
When he finally did, he seemed to press a little more against her heat, and her squirming was rewarded with a small rub of the back of his hand against her. Her gasp turned to a moan, and his hands left her body entirely. She opened her eyes.
He was perched between her legs, still fully clothed watching her intently. She could see the bulge in his jeans, and she longed to rub against it like a feral cat.
“Roll over, Case.” The look on his face was not friendly. In fact it was a little scary. He looked hungry, like a predator with its prey in its sights. A predator that liked to tease its victims before the final kill. She was frozen. “Your delicious ass is next. I know that’s what’s hurting right now, and I intend to make it better.” He growled out the words, and Casey realized he was in pain with restraint. She had started this game, but he was going to finish it. And she was doomed.
After she’d rolled over, Brent settled himself between her legs again and expelled a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.
“Christ, Case…” He breathed. She was going to kill him.
The panties didn’t look like much from the front, but from the back, there was absolutely nothing to them except a string. A string.
He fingered the string at her waist before slipping his finger under it, and following it down, pulling it out of her ass. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
He managed to put more lotion on his hands before indulging in something he’d been wanting to do all damned day. He grabbed that ass that she had turned over to him and squeezed and kneaded, rubbing it up and down. Then he pulled apart her cheeks and saw where the string was calling home. Oh to be a piece of string…
Slipping his fingers under the string, he slowly eased the panties off.
“As badly as I want to rip these things off you, I sort of have a thing for pretty panties. And these are damned pretty,” he drawled under his breath. Casey lifted her hips and as he slid them down her legs, he got a glimpse of the promised land.
Whoah there…
Snapping his eyes back up to her ass, he filled his hands again, spreading them wide to see a puckered hole. He honestly didn’t think it was possible to get harder, but there it was. He stood abruptly and shucked his jeans, unable to stand them anymore. His hands resumed their task of kneading Casey’s ass, his little buddy finally able to twitch freely.
Casey started to undulate her hips with his strokes, and he knew she wanted him to go down to paradise. He obliged, but just a little bit. One hand held her ass cheek, while the other ran down the crack all the way to her glistening pink folds. Once there, it circled around her erect pearl, before trekking back up and then fondling her ass some more. He wasn’t even pretending to massage her at this point. That was just a means to an end, and the end was near.
His hands lazily stroked up her back, stopping at her lacy bra strap. Flicking it open, he leaned over her back, rubbing himself against her luscious ass. Her hips rose to meet him, and he crawled down her body, licking her back on the way down. She tasted like sweat and skinny dipping. He trailed open-mouth kisses across her hips and down her ass, biting her cheeks while his hands squeezed and rubbed. When he got to the apex of her thighs, he inhaled deeply, filling himself with her smell. Desire.
He licked his way back up her back, watching with pleasure the goose bumps he left in his wake. When he got to the back of her neck, he again pressed his arousal into her backside and said, “Roll over.”
She moaned as she turned herself, and Brent pulled off his T-shirt and underwear. He sat back on his ankles, his hand wrapped around his cock tightly, willing it not to burst. He saw the desire in Casey’s eyes, on her skin, in the glistening bare mound that he couldn’t take his eyes off of. He pumped his erection, once.
“I don’t know where to start. You’re so goddamned beautiful.”
She smirked at him. The sexy glint in her eyes that had always made him want to drop his pants and bury himself inside her. And right now, she was his.
“Start at the top, Cowboy.”
Brent climbed up her body, rubbing against her hot skin with his own, as she arched under him, pressing her softness into him. His mouth crashed against hers, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, all of her moving so frantically, he couldn’t stand it. Her wet heat rubbed against his erection, and he pulled back.
“Get still, girl.”
“Oh god, Brent. Come on…” Her hand grazed his nipple on its trek down his chest and it sent a shock of sensation straight to his groin.
“I mean it.” He grabbed both of her hands in one of his and held them both between them, while he closed his legs around hers so she couldn’t move as much.
His mouth crashed down again, and he took her mouth viciously. She met him eagerly, her tongue warring with his for dominance. She moaned and he swallowed the noise in his mouth, shuddering with pent up frustra
tion. He couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to taste her. All of her. He felt a need he’d never in a million years understand. Only that he needed, and Casey could fix it.
He kissed down her jaw, her neck, her collar bone, to her breasts, taking one erect nipple into his mouth. Casey squealed underneath him, bucking to free her legs. Brent sucked hard, then bit it lightly before moving on to the next one. He released her hands so he could fondle one breast while suckling the other, and her hands went straight to his hair, pulling hard, sending another shock to his groin.
She squirmed under him and made breathless little noises that were almost his undoing. Unable to hold himself off much longer, he dove down, spreading her legs wide and sinking his mouth into her folds, latching onto her clit and sucking.
She exploded into his mouth, bucking and writhing and covering his face with juice. He hadn’t been there ten seconds and she had come all over him. As he felt her float down from the edge she’d just crashed over, Brent knew it was the sexiest thing he would ever experience in his life.
Knowing there was no way he could last much longer, he gathered his wits about him enough to search out his jeans for a condom.
When she noticed what he was doing, Casey said, “I can’t have kids. I want to feel you, Brent.” Her eyes clouded with longing. “Please…” It was a look that he’d seen before, and he shoved the memory aside, determined to make a new one to take its place.
With a deep breath of composure, Brent positioned himself at her entrance. She lifted her hips to him and he raised her legs to his shoulders, kissing first one ankle then the other. Then he watched himself slide deep into her tight slick heat.
He allowed himself the one look at their bodies joining before he closed his eyes and threw his head back. He went over the horses’ feed schedule inside his head as his thumb found her pearl and rubbed it while he rocked in and out of her. He blocked out her pants and moans and ignored her feet pressing against his neck while his mind tracked the hay fertilization plans for all three hay pastures, and his other hand clamped down on a nipple. He went through the vaccination schedules for the next year before he allowed himself to open his eyes and look at Casey’s face.
She watched him, a look of wonder in her coffee colored eyes, her mouth a perfect ‘oh’, her cheeks flushed, her body glistening with sweat. Her moans were louder than they had been before, and he increased the pressure on her bud and she threw back her head in a guttural groan that precluded her internal muscles clamping down and milking his cock. Unable to take another heavenly second of this sublime torture, Brent forgot the horses and let himself go, reaching the edge of the abyss before falling into oblivion and collapsing on top of Casey.
He pulled her trembling body close as he rolled over to his side and tucked her head under his chin. He couldn’t catch his breath, the air had been sucked out of the tiny living space and he just knew his heart would pound out of his chest. Brent pulled her body as close to his as he could and rode out the waves of emotion that threatened to pull him under. He wanted to shout from the rooftops so all of Serendipity would know she was his.
He was a goner.
Chapter 8
Casey had a hard time catching her breath, and she could tell Brent felt the same. He was just as undone by this experience, if the way he held her was any indication.
She’d never experienced anything close to what had just happened with Brent. She knew some women had orgasms, but she’d never had one during sex, and certainly not right after oral sex. Not two in a row. And not so quickly, either. Jees, Brent had just barely touched her and she was shattering under his mouth.
She inhaled deeply, trying to put a finger on her emotions. Was this love? Or was this just great sex? She’d thought she’d always loved Brent, even when she was so hurt after his rejection, she’d loved him. She’d always thought of him with a sharp pang that she called love, but right now? Right now, she ached so deep she wanted to weep. It was as if something inside her had been bottled up so tightly, and Brent unscrewed the top, spilling it all over her insides.
She was hit with a welling of emotions so intense that she didn’t know what to do with it. Something beautiful was beginning. She could feel it. Did she profess her love? Should she compliment his prowess?
A firm kiss on the top of her head brought her thoughts back to the man whose neck she was pressed against. Brent. The smell of his desire still emanated from his pores, just as it pumped through his veins, pulsing on his neck. She felt his Adam’s apple bob against her lips. Her tongue snaked out and tasted it. Salty. Yum. She licked her lips and a groan escaped.
Brent’s chuckle swept over her like waves rushing in at high tide. She turned her face up to his, still not sure what to say. The look in his eyes stopped her brain from thinking anything altogether. His pelvis found hers and warmth pooled in her core at the idea of doing this again.
“Stay with me tonight, Case. Please?”
He could ask her to lick the bottom of his boots and she’d do it. She nodded eagerly. He stood, pulling her up with him and then picking her up in one lithe motion. She wrapped her hands around his neck as he stalked to his bedroom and laid her gently on his bed, before slowly lowering himself on top of her.
“I’m going to make love to you again, Casey. And then we’re going to do it again. I’ve waited twenty years for this, and I’m not going to waste it.” He kissed her, a tender kiss that took her breath away. It wasn’t the urgent kiss of earlier, it was the lazy kiss of a man who had all night long. She whimpered as she deepened the kiss, opening her mouth and kissing him back, pressing her breasts to his chest as his hands roamed her body.
They fulfilled his promise, making love twice more, tangled limbs, rocking torsos, eager lips. When the emotions got too powerful, they even wiped each other’s tears, holding each other tightly. They climbed precipices and came crashing down together, entwined in each other’s psyches. They were two parts of one soul united that night, as they fell asleep, a mess of sweaty limbs and tangled sheets.
When Casey woke to sunlight spilling onto her face, she looked around the room. She hadn’t forgotten where she was, there was no hope of that. Brent had woken her up often enough in the night, with his kisses and caresses, that she’d been hyper-aware of her surroundings and who she was with.
It was her every fantasy come true. She had dreamed of Brent nearly her entire life, even after she’d married. Granted, she didn’t think of him constantly, not after she’d married Kevin. But after Brent had left for college, Casey had entertained fantasies of him coming home for Thanksgiving and professing his love for her. They would have a long-distance relationship until she could join him at college. When that never happened, she’d gone off to college on her own, a different one from Brent, as she didn’t want the reminders of his rejection. But she’d kept the fantasies. Even after meeting Kevin, after she’d boxed up the fantasies and put them on the top shelf in the corner of her mind, she’d still pulled them down to relive during dark times of her life. The what-ifs of Brent kept her going when Kevin wasn’t speaking to her after another failed pregnancy attempt. She admitted to herself that she’d subconsciously compared Kevin to her idea of Brent, and Kevin had always measured up just a tad short. Sometimes a lot short.
But that was then. Now that she’d really experienced Brent, Kevin wasn’t even in the same galaxy.
Brent’s tiny bedroom was filled with well-used, comfortable furniture. There was a scratched up chest of drawers in the corner, with a blue, chipped porcelain bowl on top, presumably filled with man things: old pocket knives, spare change, old keys, and a couple of arrow-heads. The nightstands had mismatched lamps on them. The chair in the corner held a set of clothes that had been removed, possibly clean enough to wear again. There was a laundry hamper in another corner, overflowing with dirty clothes. Lined up against the wall, next to the hamper was a pair of polished cowboy boots next to a worn out pair of Redwings.
Wondering where he’d g
otten off to, Casey stretched her delightfully sore muscles before swinging her legs out of bed. A shower was in order, as well as locating her clothes. She walked into the living room to get her underwear, and froze when she saw Brent on the couch.
Apparently, he’d already been out to the barn, because he was dressed in the clothes he’d worn yesterday, faded jeans and the T-shirt that showed off his ripped abs. He was sprawled on the couch, leaned back, arm thrown over his head, and his dirty boots propped on the coffee table. Images of his naked torso above her while they’d made love last night filled her mind. She swallowed thickly and entertained thoughts of more. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, and his lap called to her.
Tiptoeing, so as not to wake him prematurely, she crept into his lap and leaned her still nude back into his chest. His arms came around her, as if they were made to wrap her in his essence. His strong embrace made her want to snuggle in for the long haul.
“I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep here.” His sleepy voice in her ear sent a thrill down her spine, and she wiggled her hips in his lap with a giggle.
“I didn’t realize you’d leave the warm bed so early this morning.” She turned her head and kissed his bicep through his T-shirt, breathing hot air onto his skin.
He responded with a growl, and shifting her slightly, he raised one arm behind his head and tugged the T-shirt off.
“I want to spend the day naked with you.”
“Mmmm.” His tongue snaked out to lick the skin of her neck, and she relished the goose bumps that rose. “I have to go back early this afternoon. Mom’s coming home today, and I have some work to get done. But my morning’s free.”